Taken by my stepfathers
a voice boomed from the doorway.
Silas walked in, followed by Jonas. They looked like they hadn't slept, their eyes bright with the fever of the hunt. Jonas held a tablet, his fingers flying across the screen as he pulled up a map of the city.
"Klaus moved three times in the last six hours," Jonas reported, his clinical tone stripping the man of his humanity. "He’s erratic, using burner accounts and shifting through the lower-tier safe houses. He’s trying to create a trail of breadcrumbs, waiting for us to snap."
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